A Door Apart

At the Right Prefecture Qi Family, the flames that had just risen had been extinguished.

The servants and slaves wore ashen faces, their movements stiff as walking corpses as they dragged charred bodies from the ruins and carried them away.

Though intact buildings still stood nearby, with people hiding inside, no one dared light a fire or lamp, afraid of drawing the Impermanent Killers' attention and inviting death.

The slaughter facing the Qi Family had been silent. Impermanent Killers hid in corners and shadows, suddenly bursting forth to kill before swiftly withdrawing, leaving devastation in their wake.

Outsiders who did not know the truth thought this extermination was a matter of sealing off the gates, surrounding the place, and charging in for a massacre—like several burly men with butcher knives leaping into a pigsty to hack fat pigs to death.

In truth, a real clan extermination was a series of silent, targeted purges. Killing people was like snuffing out lamps—efficient and clean!

Occasionally, clamor drifted on the wind, carrying far through the deathly silent Qi Family.

"Come with me, quickly! Whether we live or die depends on this gamble!"

Qi Tianmen's eyes were bloodshot. None of his usual noble pride remained; he was like a gambler driven into a corner, clutching the last chip of his life.

If anyone had witnessed their elders, brothers, sons, nephews, and others dying one after another beneath the enemy's hands, watching familiar faces and voices turn cold and ashen, they would be just as despairing and mad.

Qi Tianmen, a Mid-stage Strong Martial expert, was now as panicked and helpless as a homeless dog.

He gripped the woman's slender wrist in one hand. "Good grandniece, your brother is Zhou You's personal disciple, and you're also the old lover he still longs for. He is